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lirik lagu look – pat battle

[verse 1]
if the reason rap’s been weak is a secret, then you should keep it
i don’t need it in the type of crowd i hang around and be with
i bend any procedure to my leisure as i see fit
and diss you before i ever believe you like a prefix
90% of what rappers spit is sh-tty filler
and the 5% percent that’s real ain’t even all that really iller
i ill-strate, juxtapose highs upon the lows
swimming in a sea of prose, fleeing undertows
undercl-ss, an accident of history
don’t mention me in mysteries
though racially i know not what i’m made to be
so this is my essay, an attempt to circ-mvent
every fence disconnecting me from entering and yet –
whatever’s on the other side, what if i can’t describe?
and i’m lost inside a vibe of translation like a tribe
from my nation when them guys came and took us for the ride
of our lives – slaves making waves against the tide
over ripples, middle p-ssage to the riddle’s pretty simple
this ain’t my native tongue and i don’t wanna read your “bible”
you can babble ’bout your afterlife
but as long as i’m grabbin’ mics
it’s bright, like the night lit a wick of a stick of dynamite
reporter on the beat, recordin’ notes to meet a quota
what i wrote is dope as c0ke and the beat is the baking soda
so the blow that i impose on any bro’ll crack his nose
existential ko’s from paranormal laced flows
cased closed, my b-ss got your face froze, sp-ce ghost
coast to coast, possess a verbal dose, i’ll play the host
firebomb your earnings, burn your bread until it’s toast
cause mcs is cheesy all they do is chase the dough – oh
lol fellas, i’m one h-ll of a compet-tor
depend not on a trend setter to measure what is clever, bruh
will i ever be weathered by all the pressure? never suh
my typeface is custom while you f-cking with helvetica

[hook: highest low & pat battle] x2
look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
nothing in the sky, ain’t a d-mn thing changed
you caught up in the hype as you scrolling down the page
we all just a slave to a minimum wage

[verse 2]
it goes rawr! rawr! like a dungeon dragon
what just happened? worse than what you punks imagined
once i’m rappin’ – nothing alleviates the weight
of any statement i could make in this here media debate
cause the greedier the people be, the seedier the fate
empty bottle role models speedy on the take
if you leave me at the lake, then it’ll lead me to the gate
no need to feed me, i stay meaty eatin’ mcs off my plate
i munch ’em by the bunches as part of my daily lunches
you can trust that it’s destructive, the method of my consumption
been nothin’ short of patient, i’ve waited for the occasion
that necessitates a state of rearrangin’ all the basics
motherf-ckers who can’t seem to comprehend my mantra
are hiding in the wrong genre, try again mañana
back to the drawing board boy, draw your sword
it’s time to engage battle, wars over mic cords

- pat battle

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